Long night

Great weather this morning, 77 and sunny.

Woke up late after having been at work until 2:00 AM dealing with a connectivity mystery for our Tribeca office. First I was surprised by the fancy new paint job that had been splashed up since the night before. Our entrance way is a bright turquoise blue with navy accents on the art deco-ish designs that were seemingly hidden until this new makeover. *edit It's pretty garish, and it's no wonder when I returned from the casino this weekend one of my fellow 688'ers has put up a sign stating "WINNER Ugliest paint job in Hell's Kitchen" I have a feeling they might send the painter back do a touch up soon with some new colors.

Cleo and I stopped at Sullivan bakery to grab a slice of zuchini pizza and a peach bombolini. Both were out of this world delicious. I inquired what oil the Italian donut was fried in because it was so rich, turned out to be corn oil. Sullivan Bakery is one of my favorite neighborhood spots to get a real loaf of bread or a quick bite. Amy's Bread has more variety but each of Sullivan's items is well executed. My taste for bread was nurtured over the past decade by my friend Norton West, and by Stephen Lanzalotta. Stephen owned a little bakery called Sophia's next to Post office Park In Portland Maine. Previous to meeting these two guru's I would say I was "bread deprived" eating sliced wheat bread not knowing what a wonderful world of baking awaited me. Here is a link to Stephen's new spot and some background on him and his new spot at Micucci's grocery on India St. Portland ME.

http://www.mainetoday.com/diningreview.html?id=1011

Tonight I'll be traveling wth Mr. Fish and a slew of other friends for a weekend at Mohegan/Foxwoods. I've never been before and am looking forward to some debauchery with mah homies.

wish us luck!

attempting a consistent mini diary

August 25- Sept 5.

August 25,

rainy and 66 as of this writing.

observed people cleaning up the Amtrak tracks underneath 48th street overpass while walking Cleo. Cleo as is typical when it rains wanted nothing to do with being outside. I woke up with Heather early and started attempting to finish of a work project that involved talking to Verizon and sitting on hold for 30 minutes for the same issue I thought was solved yesterday. Verizon FAIL. I cooked some red potatoes on the stove hash brown style with MAGGI chicken stock, black pepper and lots of red pepper, onions, garlic, and some water to keep it from burning and to spread the stock tablet. It was delicious.

We found a banana so rotten that it was leaking down the refrigerator from a tiny hole in the end opposite of the stem. *(Cleo later dug through the trash and brought it into our bed.) thanks Cleo... you always know just the right stuff to haul into my sleeping area to gnaw on.


Lunch, Bahn Mi thanks to Sarah Cho. Thanks Sarah! it was fantastic and extra spicey.

rode bike to Tribeca, rode bike back to Noho, then rode home!

Domino's delivery for dinner. Cinna sticks, breadsticks and two regular pizzas. The most intersting part of this meal was the way it was delivered, by a terribly confused Côte d'Ivoirian who only moved to new york 2 months prior. He kept calling me on the phone to ask me if I lived at SIX EIGHT EIGHT. I kept replying yes and then he would hang up and call me again asking the same question. This went on for about 4 tries and then I saw him riding on a bike going the wrong way down 10th ave on the opposite side of the street so I flagged him down. He looked like he had just learned to ride a bike and was practicing on the most treacherous roads possible. Poor guy. It's got to be a rough life for an immigrant in New York these days. Which reminds me of the big new piece of graffiti across the street from our apartment sprayed above the amtrak tunnel overpass exclaiming "Illegal = OUT".